How fragile the body of a three-year-old is. I collapsed immediately upon arriving in my assigned room in the Emerald Palace.
The last memory I had was of Tulla screaming as my consciousness faded away.
Consciousness returned a few times, but each time after Tulla, who was beside me, fed me soup or water, it faded again.
“…consciousness…”
“…dare to…”
The return of consciousness was due to a voice from outside. Not because it was loud – it was barely audible.
What woke me was the emotion mixed in that voice.
I had last heard that voice when I saw His Majesty. Meaning, it was the voice of a ruler extremely displeased.
Triggered by trauma, I rolled off the bed. The bed was quite high for a three-year-old, almost a fall, but I felt no pain.
“Your tongue is quite unrestrained, should I make it freer?”
Fortunately, Tulla’s head was still attached when I opened the door. I prostrated myself in front of the Emperor before it was too late. My skin burned where it scraped the floor.
“I am honored to meet you.”
Since becoming this body, I disliked my slipping pronunciation and avoided speaking in front of others. When I needed to speak, I chose words that wouldn’t muddle my speech.
“Oh, who do we have here? Finally, meeting the costly face.”
With just one sentence, I could guess what happened before I woke up.
The Emperor must have suddenly come looking for me, and Tulla, in her panic, must have informed him that I was unwell. The Emperor, unconcerned, would have reacted.
“It’s all my fault.”
This is true. Tulla is not to blame.
Both the Kingdom of Lamore and the Empire of Letalle are monarchies, but the strictness of their class systems varies.
Perhaps Lamore’s class system is more relaxed, and Letalle’s is more stringent.
Therefore, Tulla, regardless of facing the Emperor, was horrified at the idea of bringing a sick three-year-old child, and the Emperor was angered by a mere nanny daring to contradict him.
But from a mediator’s perspective, like mine, it’s not Tulla’s fault. It’s the responsibility of the Kingdom of Lamore.
If you’re sending someone to a nation with a clear class system, shouldn’t you manage and prepare them accordingly? Ultimately, any trouble caused by Tulla would backfire on them. But, that’s perhaps why they are a minor country.
And the next fault lies in age. Although outwardly I appear as a three-year-old child, within me resides a seventy-five-year-old minister. I should have anticipated this.
I should have instructed Tulla to wake me up at any cost if someone high-ranking from the Empire came looking for me.
Since those who should have properly trained these people are in the Kingdom of Lamore, it means I am the one who should be responsible for this incident.
“Please cut my tongue and punish me, to atone for my fault.”
So, I begged for mercy while prostrating.
Honestly, even as I spoke, I was somewhat muddled in choosing my words due to my slurred pronunciation. But either the Emperor understood the gist or really comprehended it, as he did not ask again.
“That’s your fault? Ah. So, you mean to say you instructed not to wake you up no matter what, even if the Emperor came?”
Even I thought that the Emperor was something. Is this a way to speak to a three-year-old? Really, the Kingdom of Lamore should be eternally grateful for my presence.
If I had no memory of my past life, even the smartest child would have cried at this point. Worse yet, having just woken up, the child wouldn’t have come rushing out at all, so the only sight upon their arrival would be a dead nanny.
“The fault of the subordinate is indeed the fault of the superior. It is my fault for not managing my subordinate properly, so please punish me.”
After what seemed like an eternity, a clear laugh rang above my head.
“Ha ha. Perhaps I overdid my jest. Rise, Princess Blanche. It was just a little fun; I was not angry.”
Despite the unbelievable statement, it was a relief that he did not seem intent on taking our heads right then and there.
“Your Majesty’s grace covers the world.”
My body was still laden with fatigue, and with the tension released, I felt aches all over. But I couldn’t afford to faint, so I suppressed a sigh of relief and raised my head.
As I lifted my head, I saw a handsome man, wearing a benign smile as if he had never scorned anyone.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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